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Fortunately, I was not Raptured away. But it's amazing how death and the impending, possible sundering of a relationship can take away the pleasure from the little things in life.

Oh, doom and gloom, doom and gloom blah blah.. I know. What a drag. But, fuck, is it a not great time to be an international gay in the USA.

And in other news. Oh, Game of Thrones, how you have saved my life. Nudity! Violence! Swords! I can't believe I have to wait a whole year for the next season.

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I make this post only to marvel at all the things that even a wretched know-it-all like me, who has the internet at her fingertips, does not and cannot know. I also marvel at what I am about to post because once I accepted the fact that I was as gay as a skylark in June I applied all my nerdery to bear on that gayness. doing such things as

* Obsessively reading up on queer historical and literary figures
King James I of England. Queering the Bible since 1611


* Scanning media for gay content and references
* Searching for terrible puns and what not

Yes, I'm twelve.

I'm pretty up on the silly minutiae of all sorts of gay things. Except for Glee. So imagine my surprise when I discover that there is was a band called Dyke & The Blazers and I heard of them only today.

Yes, you might recognise the heavily sampled opening from the The Heavy's 'How You Like Me Now'

Fuck you, Hemingway!

Things learned this fortnight:
1) Writing while drunk is awesome and being drunk is awesome!

2) Writing while hungover is... I can't write hungover.

I was hungover a lot.


R.I.P. Bobby Farrell

Having been born in the late period of the disco Era, a lot of my childhood consisted of listening to disco and funk records, and then tapes on our terribly advanced for the neighbourhood Hi-Fi system. Apparently I was quite fond of them and toddled around very enthusiastically when they were played. Of course, by the time I was four, I was much more dignified. And it took something to the effect of 300 litres of alcohol to erode that piece of inhibition. Luckily for me, all that enthusiastic toddling had been quite rhythmic and my adult self was spared the shame of whatever it is when people dance quite badly (I'm not judging, just classifying*).

So among other secret shames (like actually enjoying ABBA) I was also very fond of Boney M. Bobby Farrell of Boney M kicked the bucket a week and a half ago, but I heard about his funeral only yesterday. So here's to Bobby, who did some of the most outrageous things it is possible for a performer to do (except for maybe Kate Bush). Here's to you, Bobby:

The substance of what is going on in this video is a whole other post, and I'm not nearly professorial enough to attempt it.

*Fine! Maybe just a little bit.

Of Congresswomen and Rhetoric

This post is actually apropos of something. And I've been involved in some pretty fine words with people over it even though I don't really believe there's any real political motivation behind the shooter. And while one hates to sound alarmist and reactionary, here are two salient points in the continuing discourse of the state of rhetoric in US politics:

1) Via Vaughan Bell:
Shortly after Jared Lee Loughner had been identified as the alleged shooter of Arizona Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, .... A wave of amateur diagnoses soon followed, most of which concluded that Loughner was not so much a political extremist as a man suffering from "paranoid schizophrenia."

For many, the investigation will stop there. No need to explore personal motives, out-of-control grievances or distorted political anger. The mere mention of mental illness is explanation enough. This presumed link between psychiatric disorders and violence has become so entrenched in the public consciousness that the entire weight of the medical evidence is unable to shift it. Severe mental illness, on its own, is not an explanation for violence, but don't expect to hear that from the media in the coming weeks.

2) Via someone I know:
When you break it down, isn't political rhetoric just a form of advertising? And if the rhetoric has been particularly reliant on violent imagery for the past two years or so, which it has, how silly is it to suggest that nobody bought what they were selling?